Chapter 1150 (1/2)

Anyang was stunned by the mirror image of the river.

Although it's a common thing for modern people, it's amazing to be able to turn it into such an amazing way of dripping blood.

The man on the bridge wiped his mouth, looked at Anyang, and raised his contract: ”is it ok now?”

”Give me the contract.”

”Oh, yes.”

The man threw the contract into the river.

Anyang controls the mirror image to reach out and take over the contract which is stained with the man's blood and saliva, hoping to wash it twice in the river immediately.

”Song Qian...” He looked at the name of the contract and wrote it neatly.

”Then the contract will be concluded, but I have two things to remind you. If you want to get return, you have to pay first. If you want to stand higher than others, you have to pay more than others. Besides, you have signed a contract, and then you can't help a lot of things. For example, you can't mention what you have experienced, or you will be killed by the contract immediately. If you don't believe it, you can have a try. ”

”I see.” Song Qian's answer was firm, though everything he experienced in front of him always gave him the feeling of signing a contract with the devil.

The next second, the image in the river disappears, along with the contract he just signed.

”Hello? Wait... ”

Song Qian stood on the bridge in a daze, shouting to the river like a psychopath.

A moment later, he turned his head and looked at his hand. The pen used to sign before was gone, and everything was like a bubble.

”Are you hallucinating? Or are you dreaming? ” Song Qian put out his hand and pinched himself fiercely, grinning with pain, but his expression was a little dull. ”It seems that he really met a creature beyond our cognition! Aliens who have visited the earth before? Or something else But I seem to have been fooled by this man again... ”

Song Qian muttered to himself, and gradually people began to notice him around him, casting a surprised look at him.

He didn't pay much attention to it. After occupying the bridge for a while, he was a little uneasy for the passers-by, so he continued to wander aimlessly across the bridge in the city.

Regardless of his own embarrassment, he walked step by step, just like a walking corpse. Only when he occasionally thought of the magic experience of just now, his eyes would raise a bit of hope. The rest of the time was dim, and the whole world seemed to have nothing to do with him.

All of a sudden, he felt something under his feet trip him, and the whole person suddenly lost his focus and fell down.

”Bang!”

He fell heavily into shit, his face was covered with mud and his nose was in a mess.

”No!”

Song Qian's expression froze.

This is in the city. The sidewalk is tiled and the side is a four lane road. Where is the mud?

And The touch of the hand is soft.

Song qian can't care about the pain on his face, elbow and knee. He immediately stands up and looks at it. He falls down on a land full of fallen leaves!

”Hiss!”

He stood up, opened his mouth wide, looked around in surprise, and almost fell in the process!

”It's impossible!”

Surrounded by tall trees, tall beyond his recognition, dense branches and leaves, almost covering the light, raised his head to see the sky! But the ground is covered with leaves, which are stacked layer by layer, mixed with soil, and the bottom layer is even rotten, resulting in soft touch and rustling when stepping on it.

Virgin forest!

This is song Qian's ”I% ￥ @ & I%...”

Song Qian scolded and felt powerless.

”Meditate...”

He closed his eyes and tried to think about it. He actually felt a string of information, but it was not the picture form depicted in some novels, nor any text, or a memory, to show the task information to himself.

Task world: Jurassic Park (original world)